I'm not going to fall off anything. Trust me, I've thought about how much easier it would be to pop burners when I go out and get my fucking teeth knocked in, but I'm not fucking going back there. You'd hate who I am on that shit.

（ he does. still, after all this time. he sits up when aidan does, sort of a reflex, the desire not to be in a more vulnerable position when someone else shifts theirs. then he brings his knees up, wraps his arms around them, chin resting on the upward jut of the back of his hand. ）

If you want to quit, I'll support you. If you don't, I'll pick you up off the floors.